The mattress dipped as he shifted them, stretching out beside her. He skimmed a hand down her stomach, stopping at the waist of her panties. With maddening slowness, he tugged the cloth down, down…down.
When he plunged his fingertips between her thighs, she jolted.
“You’re already so wet.” His low growl of satisfaction made her clench with anticipation.
She whimpered, her hips arching up to meet him. He covered her mouth with his own, swallowing every sound. Each stroke, every strum of his fingertips grew firmer, more insistent.
The first slow circle over her clit had her gasping into his mouth. Her thighs trembled as he worked her like he’d memorized exactly how to undo her. She clutched at his shoulders, desperate for more friction, more ofhim.
“Please,” she breathed.
His lips trailed down her jaw, his stubble scraping deliciously against her skin. “Please what?” His fingers teased at her entrance, stroking just inside before retreating.
“Don’t stop!” Her voice broke on a moan as he slid two thick fingers into her.
Her back arched off the bed, every muscle tightening. He thrust slow and deep, curling his fingers until her vision blurred. His thumb rubbed circles over her clit, the perfect rhythm building her higher and higher until she saw nothing but the stars in his eyes.
She clung to him, panting into his neck, inhaling the clean scent of soap and pure Decker. Between whispered promises of all the pleasure he would give her, he kissed her until she quaked.
“That’s it, love. Let go for me. I’ve got you.”
The pressure inside her coiled impossibly tight, every stroke of his fingers drawing her closer to the edge. Then he pressed his mouth to hers again, deep and claiming, and sheshattered.
Her cry was muffled against his lips as wave after wave rolled through her. She convulsed around his fingers, gripping him like she’d never let go, every nerve exploding with pleasure.
He held her through it, kissing her softly now, murmuring her name as if it were the only word he ever wanted to say. Slowly, the tremors eased, and she collapsed against him, boneless and dazed.
“I love you,” she whispered again, because no other words could capture the way he made her feel—safe, cherished, alive.
He closed his fingers lightly over her hip. “And I’m not done proving it.”
She smiled against his chest, heart racing, body still humming from release. Whatever came next—threats, secrets, family chaos—this moment belonged to them. And she knew he’d fight to protect it.
* * * * *
Her mouth was everywhere—hot, wet, driving him out of his goddamn mind.
Decker’s head hit the pillow and he fisted the sheets, muscles straining as Willow’s lips trailed down his chest. Every scrape of her teeth, every teasing flick of her tongue over his chest, his abs, had him fighting for control.
The ranch house was quiet for once. No brothers stomping down the hall, no voices drifting in from the kitchen. Just them, alone in her room, and the storm she was creating under his skin.
“Jesus, Willow…”
Her tongue navigated his love trail down his abs. He was already hard, thick and aching, straining against the waistband of his briefs. She made quick work of them, tugging them down until his cock sprang free.
Her eyes gleamed before she wrapped her fingers around him.
Fire seared through him at the first stroke. Then her mouth closed over the head of his cock, and he nearly lost it right there.
“Fuck!” The curse was ripped from his throat as her tongue swirled, her lips sliding lower, taking him deeper. She worked him with a slow, steady rhythm, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked, her tormenting hand stroking the base in time.
Every nerve in his body went taut. Nothing had ever come fucking close tothis. Toher.
Every drag of her mouth felt like devotion, every swallow like she was claiming him as hers.
She made a sound—half moan, half hum—that vibrated down his shaft and had his hips jerking upward.
“Love…slow down or I’m not gonna last.” His warning came out rough, desperate. She only looked up at him with those big eyes, lips stretched around him, and sucked harder.